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Royal Pain

Crown Prince Hoseok has had his kingdom taken from him, and you're going to help him take it back, with a little help from your friends.

Pairing: Hoseok x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Fantasy AU, royalty AU, smut, angst

Word count: 7.6k

Warnings: Sex, swearing, magical themes, mentions of blood and killing, references to fire, Namjoon on a dragon

Hey there @xjoonchildx and @hobi-gif -- sorry about the blue balls!

Hoseok’s back muscles glisten with rivulets of water from the stream. Fully dressed, he looks lithe, slim. It’s only when he’s like this, naked that it becomes obvious that he’s dense with muscle.

The mark on his shoulder blade, high up, is pale in the bright sunlight. He’s had it since you were children. You’d always planned to ask your parents about it but then the invasion had happened.

Hoseok had been with you in your chamber when the treacherous Halians had stormed the palace, and it’s the only reason you’d both managed to get away without being killed.

No one would have thought of looking for the crown prince of Daranthia in the quarters of a servant family.

You were training to be a royal guard, but no one ever let you forget you were descended from peasants.

Now you’re both in Eosul, a coastal city far enough from Daranthia that you both feel safe, but close enough that you can keep abreast of the turmoil the invasion threw your city into.

Hoseok turns to face you, and you know he’s only done it to show you more of his beautiful body.

Your eyes travel from his shoulders, down his torso, to the hint of darkness just below the water level of the stream.

‘Done preening, my prince?’ you ask, voice heavy with sarcasm.

You and Hoseok played together as children. There were other children living within the palace gates, but none as close in age as the two of you.

The Queen had doted on you like you were her own daughter.

‘Why don’t you join me?’ he asks, smile inviting as he gestures. ‘The water’s perfect.’

You enjoy Hoseok’s easy flirtatious charm. You’ve seen him use it to great effect on the ladies and men in the royal court, and he’s flustered many a servant girl with his beautiful manners and equally dazzling smile.

Perhaps the servants’ quarters were not such an unexpected place to find the crown prince of Daranthia.

The Halian army’s lack of intelligent strategy was your and Hoseok’s gain. You’ll never be caught off-guard again.

You keep your thin chemise on as you enter the stream, and modestly turn your back on Hoseok, which is why you miss the way his eyes linger on the curve of your ass and the line of your straight spine.

You’re nearly done washing when Hoseok asks, ‘Did you ever find out about the mark?’

The reason why you’re so curious about Hoseok’s mark is that you have an almost identical one on your own shoulderblade.

‘Maybe they did it so you couldn’t be swapped with another baby,’ you speculate. ‘All babies look the same, after all.’

Hoseok snorts. ‘I was a very regal baby.’

You laugh and climb out of the water. ‘You’re regal now, my prince,’ you say, teasing. Hoseok’s still wearing the plain garments he wore when he came to see you that day. You’d planned on going hiking in the mountains, just the two of you.

Hoseok doesn’t answer immediately, and you realise he’s looking at your front. The wet chemise hides nothing.

You give him a look to show you’ve noticed his lapse in decorum, and turn pointedly to gather your clothes from the grass.

‘It’s as beautiful a view from the back,’ Hoseok remarks, and he sounds so much closer than before you take a big step forward and look back warily.

Hoseok’s on the bank of the stream with you, but he’s already turned away to get dressed himself.

You don’t want him to have the last word.

‘Same to you, my prince,’ you call.

Without turning around, Hoseok says, ‘If I thought you meant that, I’d take my comfort from you right now.’

You finish getting dressed in silence.

***

You were born with elemental power but you’re by no means good at magic. You can spark a fire if the kindling’s dry enough and there’s no humidity in the air.

As far as you know, Hoseok has no magical abilities.

Both of you combined can’t hold a candle to the man you’re watching juggle fireballs without using his hands.

Hoseok rolls his eyes at you. ‘Come on, we have a lot of things to do. We need food, and lodgings, and a means to make money.’

‘Very practical of you, my prince,’ you say, approvingly.

‘Stop calling me your prince. We’re incognito,’ Hoseok complains. There’s a spark of something in his eyes. ‘Unless we’re in bed, then you can worship this royal ass all you like.’

‘You certainly are a royal ass,’ you agree, ducking the arm he tries to put around your shoulders.

Hoseok turns to go, and a fireball zips past his head, singeing the edges of his hair.

You step in front of him and turn to face your attacker.

The man who’d been juggling fireballs is approaching you quickly.

‘I’m sorry!’ he says, raising his hands up as you square up to him.

This close, he looks more a boy than a man, wide-eyed and worried.

Hoseok nudges you out of the way, and you step aside reluctantly. You haven’t finished your royal guard training, but it’s always been your instinct to protect Hoseok.

He is the prince, after all, and he’s shit at protecting himself.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says again. ‘I got distracted and my fireball went wild.’

‘It’s fine,’ Hoseok says, magnanimous. ‘We’re new to the city, do you live here?’

‘My whole life,’ the man-boy says, beaming at you.

You can’t help melting at sweetness of his smile. ‘I’m Y/N,’ you say.

‘Jungkook,’ he replies. You smile at each other.

Hoseok clears his throat. ‘I’m Hoseok, if anyone was interested,’ he says, dryly.

You roll your eyes. ‘Sorry, he’s had a tough week,’ you say to Jungkook.

Hoseok snorts. ‘We need help. Can you show us around the city, Jungkook?’

***

Your new friend Jungkook knows the city like the back of his hand, eats like it’s his last meal, every time, and is able to control fire almost effortlessly. You’re both in awe of how powerful he is, and flummoxed by how ridiculous he is otherwise.

Hoseok and you are watching Jungkook form fireballs as you train, using sticks Hoseok’s carved from waste timber. You hadn’t realised he was so skilled.

Hoseok’s thrust hits you right in the middle of the chest as you lunge towards him and slip in the mud.

Thankfully the point of his stick isn’t enough to impale you. Neither of you have healing powers.

Jungkook comes running, fireballs extinguished. ‘Are you ok, Y/N? he asks, breathlessly.

He pulls the stick out of Hoseok’s loosened grip and tosses it away, like Hoseok would use it on either of you.

‘I’m fine, Jungkook, we’re just training.’

‘I want to learn to fight too,’ Jungkook says.

From the look on Jungkook’s face as he crouches next to you on the ground, Hoseok’s a little worried about his motivations.

Also, the kid’s obvious strength is mildly terrifying.

‘I’ll train you,’ you say to Jungkook, smiling sweetly at Hoseok.

‘You’re a good fighter aren’t you, Y/N, you swore an oath to protect your people,’ Hoseok reminds you. ‘All your people.’

Jungkook and you spend the rest of the afternoon training whilst Hoseok thinks about how he’s going to reclaim his kingdom and protect his people.

***

You stare at the barmaid who’s just escorted you and Hoseok to your rooms.

Except there’s only one room, not two, and there’s only one bed.

You say immediately, ‘I’ll sleep in the stables.’

‘We don’t have a stables,’ says the barmaid. ‘This is all we have.’

‘We’ll take it,’ Hoseok says smoothly, paying her.

‘I’ll take the floor,’ you say, begrudging.

‘You can have the bed,’ Hoseok says.

‘You’re the prince, I can’t take the bed.’

‘Want to share it with me?’ asks Hoseok.

‘Can you keep your hands to yourself?’ you ask.

Hoseok raises a brow, as though he’s taken aback by your forwardness.

‘I’m a royal prince,’ he says, huffy. ‘Of course I have no impulse control.’

You groan. ‘I’ll sleep in the forest.’

Hoseok says, ‘Don’t be ridiculous. We can share the bed, of course.’

‘I have no desire to be -‘ you break off, trying to find the right phrase.

‘Mounted in your sleep?’ suggests Hoseok.

You stare at him in horror.

‘Ravaged like a siren?’

Your mouth opens, but no words come out.

‘Robbed of your virginal innocence?’

You glare at Hoseok.

‘Have you ever considered that we have matching marks on our backs because we might be blood relatives?’ you ask sweetly.

‘Like siblings?’

Hoseok’s face fills with profound and deep horror.

‘Don’t be disgusting,’ he snaps.

‘Why is that disgusting?’ you ask, voice dripping with honey. ‘Have you had thoughts about me, my prince?’

Hoseok’s getting paler by the second.

He’s muttering to himself. You can’t make out much of it apart from ‘but your ass,’ and something about ‘lush lips’.

You strip off, and to your satisfaction, Hoseok can’t even look your way.

You’re between the sheets and asleep long before he calms enough to go to bed.

***

You’re snuggled against a warm chest, a long leg thrown over your hips.

You turn your face right into Hoseok’s beautiful one.

His lashes make pretty fans on his cheeks, his heart shaped lips are slightly pursed. He looks adorable.

Then he opens his eyes.

‘Good morning, wench,’ he says, affection in his voice.

‘Wench? I was almost part of the royal guard,’ you protest.

He still hasn’t moved his leg off your hips.

‘You look beautiful,’ he tells you.

‘I could be your sister,’ you tell him.

‘I thought about this before I got into bed with you, whilst you were dreaming.’

He pauses, ‘What were you dreaming, by the way? You sounded delectable.’

Your face warms all over.

‘We can’t be blood related. We wouldn’t have been able to have our naming ceremonies if we were.’

He’s right. Each of you had had a naming ceremony with your mother, and they’d been within less than six months of each other.

Hoseok’s father had died within months of his birth, and your father was the most honest, upstanding person you’ve ever known.

The timings can’t possibly line up.

‘Thank Jaesu for that,’ Hoseok says. ‘Now I can go back to my fantasies about-‘

You cut him off.

‘I don’t wish to hear about your lurid fantasies,’ you say, as haughtily as you can.

Hoseok just smiles. ‘When you’re ready I can share them with you.’

He slips his leg off your hips, and your traitorous body mourns the loss of his warmth.

You try not to let it show on your face.

Hoseok’s already half dressed, muscles im his back rippling as he slips on his loose linen shirt over his breeches.

You step out of bed and gather your clothes.

‘That lacy contraption makes your breasts look delectable,’ Hoseok remarks, ‘but it must be uncomfortable to sleep in.’

‘If you were a gentleman you wouldn’t be staring at my breasts whilst I’m asleep,’ you retort.

Hoseok’s soft boots pad on the wooden floor as he approaches you.

He lifts your hair out of your cloak with gentle hands, barely tugging.

‘Lucky for you, I’m not a gentleman,’ he says, and the smugness of his smirk is almost too much to bear as he reminds you, ‘I’m a royal prince.’

You groan and stomp out of the room.

***

To defeat the Halians, Hoseok has to raise an army.

He’s never been a stickler for the right way of doing things, in fact, he’s always favoured a dirty shortcut if he can find one.

‘You want to what?’ you half-shout.

Hoseok winces, and Jungkook’s mouth opens slightly in what can only be described as a confused pout.

‘The dragon-riders of Eosul are our best bet for defeating the Halians, fast,’ Hoseok says, reasonably, he feels.

‘The dragon-riders can’t be trusted,’ you argue. ‘What if they turn on you?’

‘I have a plan,’ Hoseok says, reassuring.

There’s a beat, two, of silence.

‘I will come up with a plan,’ Hoseok amends. ‘It takes two days to get to the summit of Mount Halji. I’ll have a plan by then.’

You groan and put your head in your hands. Jungkook pats your back, trying to be reassuring.

‘My fire power’s been getting more accurate lately,’ he tells you, smiling sweetly.

‘Accurate enough to defeat a dragon?’ you ask grimly.

***

The hike up Mount Halji starts off easy enough. You’re taking a break even though you’re the only one who seems to need one.

Hoseok’s quiet today, you guess he’s still thinking of a plan.

You spark tiny fires to entertain Jungkook whilst you and Hoseok speak.

‘Do you really think the dragon-riders will help us?’ you ask, quizzical.

‘I used to train with one of them,’ Hoseok tells you.

‘Ah you didn’t say you had a dragon-rider friend!’ you say. This is looking hopeful.

‘We aren’t really friends,’ Hoseok says. There’s a scowl on his face. ‘He’s kind of annoying.’

‘How annoying can he be, if he helps you?’ you point out.

‘Namjoon’s just — annoying,’ Hoseok grumbles. ‘You’ll see when you meet him.’

You light another little fire to lure Jungkook back from the edge of the mountain path.

‘Your frenemy is our best option right now,’ you remind Hoseok.

‘I know,’ grumbles Hoseok. You realise he’s staring hard at your chest. You cross your arms.

‘Sorry,’ Hoseok says. ‘Just trying to see what undergarment you’re wearing today.’

You scowl at him. ‘I don’t ask you to drop your breeches to show me yours.’

‘I wish you would,’ sighs Hoseok, wistful. He smiles at you faintly, then calls to Jungkook to stop running and join you both to continue your journey.

***

The dragon-riders of Eosul live in a well-guarded enclave at the top of Mount Halji.

You’re a little unsettled as you approach the forbidding-looking gates, and beside you, Jungkook’s fallen silent for the first time.

Hoseok, with his lifetime of confidence as the Crown Prince of Daranthia, walks right up to the gates and calls, ‘Is this such a savage place that it doesn’t recognise royal blood when it sees it?’

You step next to him hurriedly. ‘It’s the Crown Prince of Daranthia, Jung Hoseok. Open the gates, please.’

Hoseok eyes you like you’re the crazy one.

‘Do we need some fire?’ Jungkook asks, timid.

Thankfully, the gates swing open.

The group of men standing beyond the gates look just as forbidding as the gates themselves.

The leader, a man so tall you have to look up to see him properly, steps forward.

‘Crown Prince Hoseok,’ he says, inclining his head in the slightest of bows in greeting.

The disrespect! You’ve never bowed to Hobi in your life but he is a royal prince after all.

You’re already stepping forward, ready to tear him off a piece of your mind, when Hoseok says, ‘Commander Namjoon.’

Commander Namjoon’s eyes fall on you and Jungkook. You straighten up and try to look intimidating. Beside you, you can sense Jungkook doing the same. You hope he’s not smiling.

The rudeness of these people rankles.

Beside Namjoon, a shorter man with blond hair and a scar along his neck tilts his head.

‘The Great Hall is ready for our guests, Commander.’ His voice is light, musical, with a silvery quality to it that makes you think of bells.

He smiles at you. ‘My name is Jimin. I’m Namjoon’s second in command.’

His smile is so pretty you find yourself smiling back. ‘I’m Y/N, and this is Jungkook.’

‘Allow us to lead you to the Hall,’ Namjoon says, his deep voice resonating through the emptiness of the entry compound.

As you follow the group, you look around you, awed despite yourself at the scale of the dragon-riders’ enclave. This high up, there’s nothing but mountains to see, a cool mist blanketing the more distant peaks.

The air’s fresh and sweet.

There’s a distant reverberation, a rumble, and you look at Hoseok, worried.

‘The dragons,’ Namjoon says, and you realise he’s been looking at you. ‘There’s a patrol around the periphery every hour.’

‘Who’d want to fuck with a bunch of dragons?’ Hoseok mutters.

‘You’d be surprised,’ Namjoon says. He smiles at you, and you’re surprised by the appearance of dimples in his cheeks.

He’s still as tall, broad and forbidding looking as he was, but the dimples make him look almost attractive.

He moves past Hobi to stand next to you. ‘How did you get saddled with the job of protecting a liability like Hoseok?’ he asks.

His question startles a laugh out of you. ‘He’s my oldest friend,’ you say, loyal.

You’ve reached the entrance of the Great Hall, and Namjoon offers you his arm to climb up the stone steps.

You take it, and he presses your hand into his side as he leads you up to the entrance.

You wait for him to let you go, but he seems content to hold your hand tucked into the crook of his admittedly strong arm as he guides you into your seat at the huge, round wooden table.

He looks at you as you thank him, and the intensity of his hooded gaze makes you feel warm.

Hoseok slides into the seat next to yours. ‘I told you he was annoying,’ he says to you in a too-loud stage-whisper.

You don’t think Commander Namjoon is annoying at all.

‘His arms are bigger than Jungkook’s,’ you say, stupidly.

Jungkook, next to you, lets out a petulant half-whine, half-growl.

‘But I’m sure you’re much better at fire,’ you say, reassuringly.

Hoseok mutters something disgruntled as he turns back to the table.

Namjoon looks piercingly at Hoseok. ‘What do we get in return for helping you?’

Hoseok holds his own. You rarely ever see him serious, but as he faces off against the serious dragon-rider leader, you see shades of the king he was about to become before your kingdom was invaded.

‘How about freedom?’ Hoseok says, so casual you almost miss the meaning of what he says.

Jimin glances at Namjoon.

‘I was most of the way through drafting an agreement with the Emperor of Eosul recognising Mount Halji as an independent state,’ Hoseok says. His voice is still light, but his eyes are intent on Namjoon’s.

‘Help me reclaim Daranthia, and I’ll make Mount Halji an independent state as my first ruling on the throne.’

A muscle ticks in Namjoon’s jaw.

‘The Halian army is huge in numbers, and they have unlimited gunpowder from the caves of Ijil,’ Jimin points out. ‘Defeating them won’t be as easy as summoning our dragons.’

‘I also plan to invoke the Flames of Daranthia,’ Hoseok says.

Your eyes snap to his.

The Flames of Daranthia are a legend every Daranthian child hears about growing up, a mythology passed down to every descendant.

The Flames haven’t been invoked in your lifetime, or in your parents’ lifetimes either.

The legend goes that all full-blooded Daranthians are descended from the fire gods, and that the true royal family of Daranthia are blessed with the power to invoke the flames and lay waste to any enemies of the kingdom. You know Hoseok’s been taught the incantation, it was part of his training as Crown Prince, but you’ve never seen him so much as light fire to a candle without a match.

Beside you, Jungkook looks confused.

For the first time, you find yourself as confused as Jungkook.

***

Hoseok’s stripping out of his clothes, getting ready for dinner.

You turn your back on him to afford him privacy even though he’s insisted you can watch him.

‘Can you invoke the Flames, Hoseok?’ you ask quietly.

He sighs. ‘I know how. It’s never worked for me before,’ he says, and for the first time, you can hear bitterness in his voice.

You turn, wanting to see his face.

He’s shirtless still, breeches low on his hips.

His body is beautiful. He’s beautiful.

He looks at you, and his pretty mouth twists in a smile.

‘Why do you always look at me like that?’ he asks.

‘Like what?’ you ask.

‘Like you’re enjoying what you see,’ he says.

You laugh and turn away.

‘Don’t worry about looking away,’ he says, and there’s a rasp now to his voice that wasn’t there a moment ago. ‘I like it.’

Your eyes fly to his, and he’s taken a step forward, closer to you.

‘Do you need to get dressed too?’ he asks, voice low.

You try hard to keep your voice steady as you reply. ‘I think there’s a dress in my chamber.’

‘Let’s go. I’ll give you a hand.’

‘I can get dressed on my own, Hoseok,’ you say, dryly.

He’s already slipping a shirt over his shoulders, shrugging into it carelessly, letting it drape over his razor sharp collarbones.

‘But I want to help you,’ he tells you.

He follows you to your chamber, down the corridor from his.

You look worriedly at the dress that’s been gifted to you. ‘I’ll just wear what I have on,’ you say.

Hoseok smiles at you. ‘Come on. Live a little. Our kingdom might be a fiery wasteland tomorrow.’

You snort as you take the dress from him. ‘Pretty confident in your ability to invoke the Flames for someone who can’t even light a candle.’

Hoseok laughs, sounding like his usual self for the first time since you arrived on Mount Halji.

You motion for him to turn around and slip the dress on.

‘Ready.’

Hoseok turns, already holding his arm out for you to take.

He stills as he looks at you. The look in his eyes makes you feel like you’re burning up from the inside.

He laughs softly. ‘I can’t light a candle, but looks like I can make you burn up,’ he says, mocking.

‘I’m getting changed back,’ you say.

He takes your arm and slips your hand into the crook of his.

‘You look beautiful,’ he says, with such sincerity your heart does a funny double beat. Then, ‘bloody Namjoon. If you’re going to be on anyone’s arm it’s mine.’

You mull over his words as you head to the banquet hall, wondering why they make you feel all fluttery and molten inside.

***

The dragon-riders of Eosul fight like warriors, swear like sailors and apparently party like it’s their last night on Earth.

You press a little closer to Jungkook as two large men come barrelling down the hall, narrowly missing you.

‘What the fuck is in the mead?’ you ask.

Jungkook hiccups. ‘No idea. But it’s potent.’

You look up at him and realise his eyes are glazed over. ‘Jaesu, Jungkook, how much have you had to drink already?’

‘Just —’ Jungkook tilts his head to one side, open-mouthed, counting out loud.

You stop listening when he gets past five.

‘Come on, I’m gonna get you some water.’

You’re half-carrying Jungkook to the water fountain when a warm arm slides around his waist from the other side, taking his weight off you.

You look up to see Namjoon, still dressed in the black chain-mail of his armour.

He smiles at you. ‘It looked like you needed a hand,’ he says, holding Jungkook up effortlessly.

You smile gratefully at him. ‘I was just going to get him some water,’ you say.

Jungkook’s smiling to himself, oblivious to you and Namjoon holding him up. He sings a raunchy ballad as you get him to his chamber. The sweetness of his voice somehow manages to temper the fact that he’s singing about fucking.

Namjoon gets him into bed and you pull the covers over him.

Jungkook falls asleep promptly, tucking his hands under his face like a child.

Outside his chamber, you turn to Namjoon. ‘Thank you for helping me,’ you say.

Namjoon tilts his head to one side. A dimple flashes in one cheek.

His chain-mail clad arm rests on the wall beside your head, and he’s standing so close to you, sandwiching you between his broad frame and the wall, that you can feel how warm he is.

The man radiates warmth, both from the sheer size of him, and the intense, fiery look in his eyes.

‘You look very beautiful, blue suits you,’ he tells you.

You can feel yourself melting under his gaze.

A tremendous crash reverberates through the castle, shaking the walls.

Namjoon swears. ‘It’s the dragons,’ he tells you. ‘When everyone gets merry like this, sometimes the dragons get worked up.’

You stare up at him, wide-eyed.

‘You’ll be fine,’ he says. ‘Stay here where it’s safe.’

He’s already turning, running down the corridor, fast despite his size.

You check in on Jungkook, who miraculously, is still asleep.

Then you run after Namjoon.

There’s no fucking way you’re missing a chance to see the dragons in action.

***

You can’t believe you’re watching a dragon fight.

You’re on one of the castle balconies, watching in awe as Jimin wrangles one of the magnificent beasts. His skin glows in the moonlight, and with his light hair, he looks ethereal. Well, he would look ethereal, if it weren’t for the fact he’s inexplicably shirtless, muscles rippling in his back as he leans forward over the neck of the dragon, graceful and deadly.

Next to him, Namjoon, regrettably still dressed, has mounted a dragon with scales as black as his armour. They’re a striking, incredible pair, the size of his beast bigger than the rest of the creatures in the fray.

A flame licks out metres from where you’re standing, and you step back quickly.

Beside you, a throat clears. ‘May I?’

You’re nodding without clarifying, and an instant later, the man who’s asked permission mutters, ‘Force field.’

The air shimmers around you.

‘It’s safer to watch from under a forcefield,’ he explains.

‘Oh, thank you,’ you say, grateful. ‘I’m Y/N, from Daranthia.’

‘Min Yoongi,’ says the man. He looks at you, eyes sharp and penetrating.

You wonder what’s in the water on Mount Halji that makes all the men who live here able to fluster you with their gaze.

‘That mark on your back,’ he says, casual. ‘It looks familiar.’

You’d forgotten that the gown gifted to you is backless, cut almost to the curve of your ass.

You turn away from the dragons clashing in front of you and look at him curiously. ‘Have you seen it before?’

Min Yoongi isn’t in armour like the other men you’ve met so far, in fact, he’s dressed simply, in a velvet jacket and shirt.

He nods at your curious look. ‘I’m a sage from Ijil, across the gulf.’

You’ve never been to Ijil, but that’s not unusual. Ijil’s residents are descended from enchanters and wizards, the whole place teems with magic and wisdom. Or so you’ve heard. Ijil protects its borders by being difficult, almost impossible to find.

He hasn’t answered your question.

‘What brings you to Eosul?’ you ask.

‘This and that,’ he says, vague.

Seeing your incredulous look, he laughs. ‘I’m friends with Jimin.’

A flash of heat licks along the forcefield he’s conjured over the two of you, and Yoongi grimaces. ‘It’s getting hot. Should we go inside?’

You glance at the magnificent beasts flying above you. The conflict seems to be dying down.

You follow Yoongi into the castle and run into Hoseok, panting like he’s run a marathon.

‘Where were you?’ he asks. He runs a hand over his face. ‘I —-‘

He doesn’t finish his sentence because Namjoon strides up to your group. He’s sweating, large chest heaving as he looks at you and asks, ‘are you all right?’

Yoongi stands apart from your little triangle and snickers.

You say, very firmly, ‘I’m fine. Yoongi conjured a forcefield to keep us safe. Good night, boys.’

You turn and walk down the corridor to your room.

You feel eyes burning into your bare back as you go. You’re not sure who you want them to belong to.

***

Jungkook’s eaten his way through most of the breakfast spread by the time you’ve finished nursing your mug of arabica.

He offers you a tangerine he’s just peeled, proudly.

You accept and are rewarded with a boyish smile.

‘Should we practice with our lances after this?’ he asks.

‘Sure,’ you agree. ‘Let me just check on Hoseok and I’ll meet you in the courtyard.’

You knock on Hoseok’s door and push it open when you hear his voice.

He’s on the floor by the bed, stretching. There’s a light sheen of sweat on his skin.

‘Just wanted to check you were ok,’ you say. ‘Jungkook and I are going to do lance practice in the courtyard.’

‘I’ll be down in a moment,’ Hoseok says.

His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and it’s so unlike him you stop.

‘Are you ok, Hobi?’ you ask.

‘What kind of prince would give up on his kingdom?’ he asks.

He looks at you, his beautiful mouth twisting into something that’s more a grimace than a smile.

‘We’ll get Daranthia back,’ you tell him. You kneel in front of him so he’ll look at you.

Quickly, you kiss his cheek, near his mouth.

‘Don’t lose hope, Hobi.’

He’s still staring at your mouth. ‘Y/N,’ he says, husky.

You’re already up, heading for the door.

***

You’re sparring with Jungkook, working up a sweat because although you’ve trained him, he’s taken to it like a duck to water.

Your lances clash, the wood vibrating under the force of your blows.

As you whirl, you realise you’re no longer alone.

Namjoon and Jimin are on the edge of the courtyard, watching. They’re out of armour, dressed simply like you and Jungkook.

Jungkook’s swing would have hit you on the head if you hadn’t leaned back at the last instant. As it is, it catches your hair, flipping it into your face.

You dive for his feet and he stumbles. You lunge the point of your lance against his chest, pinning him to the ground.

‘Can I spar with you?’ Namjoon asks. He’s much closer than before.

You can’t help it, the flirt in you snaps, ‘why? Do you wish to see me impaled on your stick, Commander?’

He laughs, voice so deep it’s like a rumble in his chest.

‘Plenty of time for that later, my lady.’

‘If anyone’s doing any impaling, it’ll be me,’ Hoseok says. He reaches for your lance. ‘Let’s go, Joon.’

You watch apprehensively as Hoseok and Namjoon circle each other, lances braced.

‘Wow,’ comes Yoongi’s dry voice. ‘A clash of manhood.’

You laugh. ‘I believe the other name for lance is penis extension.’

‘Size never matters as much as attention to detail,’ Yoongi murmurs.

His dark eyes flick to yours, and the heat in your face makes his lips curl in a smirk.

‘You could at least pretend to be watching, princess,’ Yoongi says. ‘They’re fighting for your favour, you know.’

‘I’m not a princess,’ you say, rolling your eyes.

‘Aren’t you?’ muses Yoongi.

He jerks his chin to Hoseok and Namjoon, grappling like a kingdom’s at stake.

Namjoon’s stronger, bolder in his strikes, whilst Hoseok’s quick on his feet, pressing any advantage he’s given.

You’d say they’re evenly matched.

The lances clash up in the air, and you watch, worried, as the cross starts listing towards Hoseok.

There’s a sharp crack, a blinding flash, and the smell of burning fills the air.

Both lances are on fire. They fall to the ground.

Hoseok looks up. ‘Jungkook?’

‘It wasn’t me,’ Jungkook pipes up from the edge of the courtyard.

You glance at Yoongi, but he just nods to himself and walks off.

Namjoon glares at Hoseok. ‘Did you just invoke the Flames because you were losing?’

‘Firstly, I wasn’t losing,’ Hoseok replies, a picture of innocence. ‘But also, that wasn’t me.’

Namjoon looks unconvinced.

‘We set off at mid-day,’ he says. He glances at you. ‘You can ride with me, if you wish.’

‘I can ride my own steed,’ you reply, ‘but thank you, Commander.’

You bow politely as Namjoon leaves.

***

You were silly to not take Commander Namjoon up on his offer to ride with him.

The big man looks as magnificent on a horse as he does on a dragon.

You’re starting to think he’d look good mounting anything. Including you.

Jungkook and Jimin are riding ahead, playing a ridiculous but deadly serious game involving low-hanging branches and acrobatics that seem to require boundless amounts of core strength.

Yoongi’s up ahead with Namjoon, reading a tome that looks like it smells of witchery and mustiness. He’s cleverly conjured a leather strap connecting his steed to Namjoon’s stallion.

Hoseok pulls up beside you.

‘Remember when we used to ride in the forests of Paitin,’ he asks.

You smile at the memory. You’re not much of a rider, but Hoseok is. He used to drag you along with him, following the path of the Juran stream that runs through Paitin.

The sunlight filtering through the canopy had always flattered Hoseok’s beautiful profile.

You remember finding an abandoned cottage in the woods once.

You’ll always remember the way Hoseok had held you that one time, the breathless kisses you’d shared. The way his golden skin felt under your hands.

You glance at him, and he’s looking back at you, a smile on his face.

There’s no mocking in it, not that you can see, anyway.

You’re distracted by loud shouting from up ahead.

‘Get the horses to shelter,’ Namjoon commands, doubling back to you and Hoseok. ‘It’s fire demons.’

God damn it.

Fire demons are deeply irritating in so many ways, with their stony bodies and penchants for shooting firebolts. Horses are terrified of them.

You’re already on the ground, taking the reins Hoseok’s slapped into your palm, curling them around your fist with your own.

Namjoon tosses you his reins, and he and Hoseok take off to help Jimin and Jungkook.

Namjoon’s huge stallion stamps its foot restlessly. You put your face against its nose, trying to calm it.

Beside you, Yoongi’s murmuring what sounds like a calming incantation, his deep voice low and melodic.

You lead the horses away from the fray to a clearing.

Moments later, Jimin and Jungkook run into view, flanked by their horses.

Namjoon’s right behind them.

‘A forcefield would be good right about now,’ he bellows to Yoongi.

Yoongi looks at him and raises a brow. ‘Say magic is better than muscles.’

You laugh despite yourself at Namjoon’s face.

‘Muscles are better,’ mutters Jungkook.

‘Where’s Hobi?’ you ask.

‘Magic is better than muscles. Forcefield us, Yoongi, or I swear to Jaesu –’

Hoseok barrels into the clearing, a fire demon hot on his tail. A bolt flashes past his arm, and you grab him.

‘Get back!’ Hoseok shouts. He tackles you to the ground.

You land hard on your back, Hoseok’s body covering yours.

‘Forcefield,’ Yoongi finally says, casual.

The air shimmers above you, halting the firebolt that would have landed on Hoseok’s back.

Hoseok buries his face in your neck.

‘Am I dead?’ he asks.

‘Not yet,’ you reply.

‘Really?’ he asks. He lifts his head to smile at you. ‘Because it feels pretty fucking heavenly being on top of you like this.’

You don’t want to encourage his bad pick-up lines but you do find him pretty fucking funny, you’re not gonna lie.

***

You’re helping Hoseok tend to the wounds he got in the fire demon attack, in a small brook near the clearing.

He’s trying to convince you that you could have been injured too when he tackled you, and that he needs to check your ass.

You laugh when he makes a big fuss over a small graze near your elbow.

He runs a finger over it gently.

The late afternoon sun makes the water in the brook look like it’s liquid fire. It’s how your insides feel when Hoseok’s touching you like this.

‘Can I see your mark?’ he asks quietly.

You turn and he tugs gently at the neck of your loose top. His lips on your mark make you shiver.

‘I want you,’ he says, simply.

You turn in his arms for the kiss you’ve been waiting for since you started on this journey.

He’s the royal prince of Daranthia, but even if he were just Hobi he’d still be everything you ever wanted.

***

There’s something about Hoseok’s height when he’s got you like this, pinned against a tree, that makes you feel weak at the knees. He’s solid, strong, just tall enough that you have to look up at him to meet his eyes.

You press a kiss to the line of his collarbone, and he huffs out a breath against your cheek.

‘What if someone walks in on us?’ you ask, breathlessly because his lips are tracing your cheekbone, heading south to your mouth.

‘Then they’ll get to see the crown jewels,’ Hoseok says, straight-faced.

You burst out laughing and shove at him. He doesn’t budge an inch.

‘When did you get so strong?’ you murmur.

‘I was always this strong,’ he replies. ‘I just let you protect me because it’s cute.’

You want to slap the smirk off his face, but damn it to hellfire, you want to kiss him more.

Hoseok’s lips are firm, warm like you remember them, and the feel of them on yours makes your toes curl.

‘Hobi,’ you murmur, and he rolls his hips against yours, knowing, ready to give you what you’re asking for.

He slips a hand under the waistband of your cotton breeches, cupping you, fingertips pressing against you.

‘I’ve been thinking about you, like this,’ he tells you, voice raspy against your ear.

‘Against a tree?’ you ask, trying not to moan as his fingers explore.

‘I’ll get Yoongi to magic up a bed right now if you want one,’ he says, and you know he would if you asked, shameless freak that he is.

‘But honestly, any surface will do as long as you’ll let me fuck you into it,’ he continues.

‘Romantic,’ you tease. Your hand slides down his front, over his flat stomach, over the bulge in his breeches. He hisses as you stroke him over the soft material.

‘I’m gonna make a mess if you don’t stop,’ he tells you, hand covering yours, making you still.

His thumb circles your clit slowly, purposefully, like he has all the time in the world despite the urgency you can hear in his voice.

‘Do you want romance?’ he asks, quietly, against your ear. ‘I’d give up my kingdom for you, my love. I would take you right now and run, abandon my people and my responsibilities, if I could guarantee you the life you deserve.’

His voice, low in your ear, raspy with want, coupled with his skillful fingers, makes the moan you’ve been holding back spill from your lips.

‘Do you want that?’ he asks, and there’s a note in his voice now that makes you look at him closely.

‘I want you, Hobi,’ you say, honestly, and he groans then.

‘Stop looking at me like that, my love. It makes me want to give you the world.’

‘Why don’t we start with your cock?’ you ask.

Hoseok’s still laughing as he enters you. He stops talking then, and for a long time, the world’s reduced to his body against yours, the feeling of his cock filling you, the touch of his lips against your skin.

He picks up the pace as you sigh into his ear, body taut like a bow. You marvel over his control, the strength vibrating through him as he takes his pleasure from you and gives you yours.

Afterward, he lays you on the ground with him.

‘Did you mean what you said?’ you ask.

‘That your cunt makes me believe in miracles?’ Hoseok asks, idly tracing a finger over your bare shoulder.

‘Did you say that?’ you ask, horrified.

‘It does,’ Hoseok affirms. ‘But I suspect you’re asking about me giving up the kingdom for you.’

You meet his gaze.

‘In a heartbeat,’ he tells you.

There’s footsteps in the brush, you sit up quickly as Jimin comes into view.

‘We’ve got to go. They’ve got Jungkook.’

***

‘They’ are the treacherous Halians, who’d kidnapped Jungkook whilst you and Hoseok had been cannoodling in the woods.

Namjoon eyes you and Hoseok as you approach but doesn’t say anything.

‘If we take the dragons and fly all night we can be at Daranthia by first light,’ Jimin says.

‘And then we fight?’

‘Then we fight,’ Namjoon says, grimly. He glances at Hoseok. ‘You’d better be ready to invoke the Flames.’

‘Don’t worry,’ Hoseok replies, determined. ‘I’ll do my part. Let’s get Jungkook.’

Namjoon and Jimin exchange a look.

‘The dragons are up on the ridge, waiting,’ Namjoon tells you.

Yoongi looks the most animated you’ve ever seen him. ‘Let’s get the kid back.’

You raise an eyebrow at him.

‘What?’ Yoongi asks, defensive. ‘He’s too muscle-bound for his own good, but he’s a nice kid.’

You, Yoongi and Jimin climb onto one dragon whilst Hoseok and Namjoon mount the other.

Jimin looks over his shoulder at you and Yoongi. ‘Ever ridden a dragon before?’

***

It’s first light when you land on the cliffs overlooking Daranthia. The dawn is stunning, the blanket of night giving way to the pinks and purples of early morning.

To the west lies the sea of Arahi, and to the east, the mountains of Eosul.

Sandwiched in between is Daranthia, the most beautiful city this side of heaven.

Namjoon, now dressed in full battle gear, imposing and terrifying in his all-black armour, looks at you and Hobi.

‘I’ll lead the first wave,’ he says, calm.

The stillness of the air around you is broken by the arrival of the army of dragon-riders.

Dozens of dragons, each topped by a dragon-rider in battle gear, get into formation above your heads.

The thundering of wings is enough to strike fear into your heart, even though you know they’re not here for you.

For the first time, you feel a modicum of pity for the treacherous Halians.

They haven’t got a chance.

‘I’ll see you on the other side,’ Namjoon says.

He mounts his beast, and raises his arm above his head. And then they’re off, swooping towards Daranthia.

Jimin’s already on his dragon. He tosses you a wave as he flies off, tasked with finding Jungkook.

‘It’s just us left,’ you say quietly.

Hoseok nods. ‘Time to invoke the Flames.’

‘In case you haven’t figured it out yet,’ Yoongi says.

You both turn to him.

‘The mark on your shoulder blade. It’s the brand of the royal family of Daranthia.’

Hoseok furrows his brow, perplexed.

Yoongi tilts his head at you, almost exasperated.

‘Invoking the Flames of Daranthia is an inherited talent passed on to those of the true royal family,’ Yoongi says, rolling his eyes. ‘That’s you, princess.’

Your head is spinning.

‘What? Hoseok’s the royal prince.’

‘Call him whatever you want in the bedroom, I don’t care. But there’s only one person here of royal blood, and it’s not him,’ Yoongi tells you, gently.

‘What’s my mark?’ Hoseok asks.

‘It’s the mark of the one who serves the royal princess,’ Yoongi says. ‘It’s ingenious really, swapping you at birth like that.’

Hoseok’s nodding, and you’re struggling to keep up.

‘It wasn’t me who invoked the Flame when I was sparring with Namjoon,’ Hoseok says, awed. ‘It was you.’

‘As much as I’d like to give you time to process,’ Yoongi says, sounding like he’s thinking the exact opposite, ‘there’s a war that’s just begun, and you’ve got the power to stop it before too much blood is shed.’

‘Come on, princess. Let’s get the kingdom back,’ Hoseok says.

He takes your hand, and you repeat the words of the incantation after him.

Moments later, the Flames of Daranthia scorch a path across your kingdom, laying waste to the treacherous villains within it.

And then, the world implodes in the inferno.

***

You, Yoongi and Hoseok have made it to the Daranthian palace.

Jimin’s the first to arrive, landing gracefully in the courtyard with his beautiful, sleek dragon and a sweaty but unharmed Jungkook.

He runs for a hug, and you swipe your thumb over the soot on his cheek. ‘You ok, Jungkook?’

‘I’m good,’ he replies, trying to pull Yoongi into a hug with you. Yoongi ducks under his heavy arm with a muttered, ‘no thank you.’

Next to arrive is Namjoon, sweeping into the courtyard like he belongs here. There’s blood trickling down his sweaty brow, but it only adds to his overall appeal.

Damn, his arms.

Hoseok nudges you. ‘Close your mouth, princess.’

You check to see if he’s bothered by this, but he just smiles.

‘Good job, Hoseok,’ Namjoon says.

‘It was Y/N, actually. Turns out she’s the real princess of Daranthia.’

Namjoon absorbs this and turns to you.

He drops to one knee in front you, all six feet of him, and bows his head. ‘My queen.’

Hoseok rolls his eyes and steps in between you. ‘So fucking annoying,’ he mutters.

Hoseok turns to you. ‘Now that it turns out I’m not the actual royal prince, all I have to offer you is my pretty face, my beautiful body and my cheeky but irreverent charm. Will you still have me, my love?’

You look up at Hoseok, the man you’ve always loved. His eyes are steady on yours.

‘Yeah you’ll do,’ you say.

His smile is bright like the sun.

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The Golden Rose & Silver-Eyed Dragon: The RWBY Age Swap AU Bible

This Bible has been a long time in the making. In short: I fell kind of in love with this silly idea of Ruby and Yang swapping ages; not roles in the story but changing their overall dynamic and a bit of their personality. Keep in mind that there's nothing wrong with Ruby and Yang's character, this is just a fun thought exercise.

This is not an inherently original idea or anything. In fact, this pic by 147k, original post here, is what I originally base this idea on. I don't see a lot of pics like this, but this is what got this idea going.

In this idea, Ruby is the daughter of Raven and Yang of Summer Rose. It's a simple enough premise to get the ball rolling and that's really the only big change - yes, the link I provided gave other characters swapping personalities, but those are not canon to this fanfic, it's just a focus on Ruby & Yang and their new dynamic.

Realistically, no, their names wouldn't be 'Yang Rose' and 'Ruby Xiao Long'. But there's two reasons for why things are the way they are.

RWBY's naming mechanic makes it a little harder to change names without sending ripples throughout the entire story. It's just much easier to keep their first names.

It's just easier and more recognizable to keep their names as is. If I go around calling them 'Hong Xiao Long' and 'Goldi Rose', then that's just going to cause more confusion than what's necessary.

Ruby Xiao Long: Daughter of The Bandit Queen

Don't meet your heroes, kids.

From what I vaguely remember, Raven left Yang in canon shortly after giving birth. We're going to follow this with Ruby. Ruby in this AU will still have silver eyes.

Why and how?

I have two explanations.

Silver Eyes are not a genetic trait. They're a supernatural phenomenon. Silver Eye Warriors are chosen by fate rather than blood. Having a parent with silver eyes won't necessarily mean they'll pass it down to their children. In fact, silver eyes are a magical mutation that occurs after a child is born.

Raven or Taiyang have silver eyes are a recessive gene; someone in their bloodline has the trait, probably not someone directly related to them. Perhaps a grandfather they never met or a great-grandmother who passed long before their birth.

Moving forward, I'm gonna treat silver eyes as explanation 1, since it makes them a little more unique and less of something that can be predicted or controlled, hence why Ozpin in episode 1 was so surprised to see Ruby's eyes.

Let's say that Raven stuck around a little longer in this AU - not enough to make a significant difference, but long enough for her to see Ruby's eyes slowly morph from (what I assume would be) her natural, red color to deep pools of silver.

Raven would then proceed to cut ties with her family, too afraid of Salem to want to raise her daughter. And too afraid of losing her daughter to want to get close to her - but, being a mother, she'll still watch over her in her bird form, much like she did with Yang in canon.

Ruby would slowly grow up, slowly figuring out just who Raven was to her, and she'd come to the conclusion that she doesn't want Raven in her life. She'd renounce her as her mother, and unlike Yang in canon, Ruby would want to become a Huntswoman so she can help others and never run away.

She'd be a lot closer with her Uncle than she is in normal canon - and they're pretty close as is - so yeah, Ruby still has crescent Rose. Ruby would snoop around Qrow and piece together that he's a part of something big and would deduce that whatever it is, it has something to do with her mother abandoning her. This fuels Ruby's drive to be a Huntress, even if she doesn't know exactly what Salem is or how it all ties together.

This Ruby is more mature and melancholic - unlike her canon counterpart, she is full goth. But this is still Ruby; she still loves sweets and loves life, she's still a weapon's nerd. Her inner child comes out when these two are involved. She has long hair underneath her hood that Summer helped her brush and keep when she was around.

Ruby will also get Yang's semblance in this AU - Burn. Ruby's eyes turn red when activating it, like Yang in canon. Unlike Yang, though, Ruby will have a more defensive fighting style than Yang did in the early volumes. She'll incorporate a more defensive stance with very quick guards with her scythe - her semblance absorbs kinetic energy, not damage, so she should still be able to absorb it through her Scythe. Including recoil from her sniper rifle.

In short, Ruby would lean more heavily into her sniping, leading Team RWBY from the back with a bird's eye view. But when her 'Burn Meter' is full, she'll burst, eyes red and giving off a silver energy trail as she races forward and shows off the scythe function of Crescent Rose. Otherwise, she'll use this aspect of Burn in dire circumstances and is quite capable of blasting herself all over the place to be where her teammates need her to be.

Ruby's always had a self-sacrificing nature, so I'd imagine she'd have moments of zipping around and taking a hit for her teammates. Concerning, but I'd imagine she'd write it off as just charging up her semblance. Maybe something someone on the team can sit her down and talk to her about. Maybe her melancholic nature is her wrestling with the idea that her mother abandoned her and has left her more prone to reckless decisions if it keeps everyone else safe.

Finally, Big Titty Goth Girlfriend.

Yang Rose: The Brightest Flower In The Garden

Yang in this AU is the younger sister of Ruby. She'd have her golden hair in a pair of pigtails at almost all times. also, flat is justice - because it's kind of funny. I said it as a joke in the original post, but going to keep it running here.

Yang always had an admiration of Summer Rose - slayer of monsters and baker of cookies. I think that she took Summer's death similar to how she does in canon, though I think Yang would instead have a flower garden in honor of her mother instead of visiting her grave.

With that said, this is a Yang that doesn't have the baggage of trying to chase Raven, so this is a much more rambunctious tyke. Yang has a few more feminine traits because of Summer's influence and feeling closer to her than she did in canon, but she is still a tomboy - hell, probably even more so. She has even less of a filter than her canon counterpart.

But don't confuse this Yang for being naive or innocent. No, she is a smug little shit. She thinks that she's the hottest thing since sliced bread, and I'd imagine for a long while, she'd have no one to really contests that. I'm sure Yang got into Beacon early due to just being so much more advanced than the rest of her peers since she put everything into combat.

Yang fights identically to how she does in RWBY Canon. Still mostly an up-close and personal fighter, still keeps Ember Celica. The one difference in her fighting is that she gets Ruby's Semblance in this AU: Petal Burst. She'll burst into yellow rose petals instead of red ones.

This Yang is less of a truck and more like a wasp - or, rather, a swarm of them. She has a lot more counters in her arsenal and takes advantage of her speed to dodge and faint. Yang, in canon, is more like a slugger. This Yang is a speedy infighter. I'd also imagine, since this Yang isn't as physically strong as her canon counterpart, she'd be more precise in her hits, aiming for weak spots or vital areas to end a fight faster.

Also, full anime.

Yang is just full shonen protagonist energy; hyper, loud, and proud. And even though it was just a joke, Yang would totally name her various attacks. I'm sure everyone in Beacon, especially Weiss and Blake, are wondering how this literal looney tune made it into this school, but then they see that despite her eccentricities, she does know what the hell she's doing and has broken down killing Grimm to a science.

Speaking of science, this Yang is even more of a gearhead then she is in canon and built her own motorcycle - don't worry, she has a learner's permit. She's gonna get that license soon~

The Sisterly Relationship

Oh boy, the big thing about this AU - the relationship between Ruby & Yang when Ruby is the big sister and Yang the little sister. Naturally, they both still love each other as much as a sister can love another - and not like that, you perves.

I'd imagine Ruby, while fully aware that her sister is a little yellow devil that can protect herself, is a little protective of her. I'm sure she comes across as aloof and unflinching, but I think she has an internal sensor that lets her know Yang is getting over her head and will be quick to step in. She thinks her little sister is very adorable and dotes on Ruby whenever she can.

Ruby: She is my darling little sister. She is the one thing that brings me happiness in this cruel world. So, please understand *pulls out her scythe, eyes turn red* that if you hurt her, then I won't kill you. I will erase you.

Meanwhile, Yang thinks Ruby is the coolest person in the world. She is convinced that Ruby is great - then again, she's seen what her sister can do when she's fully charged with her Burn and tries to impress her. Of course, she fails at being mature and aloof - something Ruby teases her about plenty of times - and when she tries to fight more recklessly, Ruby is quick to scold her for nearly getting herself killed again. It's a weird balancing act; Ruby is her biggest fan and the one to inspire her, but she's also the quickest one to critique her and mentor her. She's also just super protective of her older sister, which is not how this is supposed to go, but she won't let anyone take advantage of her quiet sister.

Yang: Hey! *cracks knuckles* She said 'no pickles'.

Team RWBY

Team RWBY forms pretty much as they do in canon.

Ruby & Weiss have a more stable relationship, since Weiss is introduced to Ruby's more mature side from the get-go, and they can see eye to eye a little more. I'd imagine Weiss is more annoyed with Yang than normal and quickly can see that Ruby is her biggest fan. When seeing Ruby actually scold her sister, she'd probably gain more respect for Ruby's leadership, maybe even seeing her in a similar light to Winter - though, this in turn will lead Weiss and Yang to bonding over trying to live up to their older sister's expectations. Alternatively, expect Ruby to be very vocal when she sees Winter hit Weiss.

Ruby basically just adopts Weiss and Blake, even if they're the same age now. Ruby's more sagely nature helps her bond with Blake. Ruby would be more emotionally intelligent in this AU, and while wouldn't know more than what she does in canon, she'd be more capable of understanding that Blake is dealing with issues and would be a sympathetic shoulder for Blake.

Yang and Weiss would be very antagonistic in the beginning when the team forms. They'll bond and become good friends later on, but in the beginning, the two are like water and oil. It'll slowly turn into a bitter rivalry, then a friendly one, then they'll just be straight up friends.

I think Blake & Yang's relationship in this AU would be the most similar - just that we'd have a younger, less mature Yang. I think Blake would also have a sort-of mellow effecting on Yang, causing her to slow down a little and slowly, Yang will start to think more critically thanks to Blake's influence.

Team JNPR

The only difference noticeable difference about JNPR is that Jaune is the oldest child in his home, with all of his sisters being younger than him. Outside of that, Team JNPR is exactly the same.

Ruby would have something of a motherly role with Jaune. Again, same age, but being the oldest of 8 children, I'd imagine Jaune wouldn't have that kind of influence at home and Ruby would talk less like a friend forced into a similar situation (being a leader) and more like someone who desperately needs a hug and Ruby is willing to give it.

She'd quickly notice Pyrrha's crushing on Jaune and would try to play matchmaker with them. Ruby is the wing-woman nobody asked for, but dammit, you're stuck with her.

Ruby and Ren would also have a much sturdier relationship, though that's because they both deal with living batteries that seem to never tire.

Oh, but speaking of Nora, her and Yang would be super close. Nora has practically adopted Yang as her little sister. When the two teams are together, the two of them are practically fused at the hip. When shenanigans are to be had, the two of them are behind it.

Meanwhile, Pyrrha would be something of a wake-up call for Yang. I don't think the two would be antagonistic to each other, but I like to think Yang would see Pyrrha as a rival, an obstacle to overcome, while Pyrrha probably doesn't see her like that. Pyrrha would be nice and maybe a little reluctant to train with Yang, making Yang think she's looking down at her.

Then they spar and Pyrrha just mops the floor with Yang.

I could imagine Yang having a personal arc of wanting to fight Pyrrha again, and over the course of volume 1-3, slowly coming to realize why she lost to the more experienced gladiatrix and coming into her own.

Other...?

I'll update this as need be. For now, I think that's about everything needed about this AU.

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